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When we had talked for the first time, I had been just recovering from that awful tragedy. I was shaky and shy, under 24 hours watch by my parents. They were scared of what I’d do, but my parents had confiscated my cell phone, laptop, and car. I had literally been on suicide watch, which was fitting.
I watched Tyler Shaw closely as I strummed on my guitar. I sung an original I wrote, and the only thing I could think about was how if they let me in, my parents would kill me.
Lalalala
Blahblahblahblah
Singsingsing
Sing a random song
I was trying out for Wild, a band formed by three kids from my high school-Tyler Shaw, Luke Veerman, and Cameron Carr. Luke tapped his fingers on the table, look as if he’d rather be reading then watching me. Cameron had a smirk on his face, as if he was entertaining himself with a private joke.
Lalalala
Blahblahblahblah
Singsingsing
Sing a random song
Tyler wrote something down on the pad of paper infront of him. He causually sipped his glass of Mountain Dew and stared at me as I continued to sing
Lalalala
Blahblahblahblah
Singsingsing
Sing a random song
Lalalala
Blahblahblahblah
Singsingsing
Sing a random song
Lalalala
Blahblahblahblah
Singsingsing
Sing a random song
I stopped singing and Tyler stood up. He had that look in his eye, one that was filled with curiosity.
“You did well,” Tyler said, “I won’t deny that.”
“Let her in.” Cameron said. He ran a hand through his already spiked hair, “you have it written right there.” Luke smirked.
“He’s right.” Tyler continued. “If you want to be our lead singer, it’s open for you.” I put my guitar into it’s case and pulled out my bus pass.
“Oh, I’ll think about it.” I said with a smirk. With that, I left the Vreemans’ garage, shouldering my purple hobo bag as I walked into the LA sun.
